The Strongest God of War

The Wood family was currently gathered together in their living room after the engagement ceremony between Shirley Wood, the youngest of the Wood family and Peter Green, the son of the gold mine owner at Carlo Hill. Cassandra Wood who was the older sister of Shirley, was sitting on the edge and didn't seem to like being there. Several times she saw her husband being a servant to her family. She was upset. Very upset. How could she not? Her husband had no authority whatsoever and was often the target of her family. She really wanted to see her husband fight back, at least once. But, in fact, until they had been married for almost three years, Bill was still the same. Still becoming a useless son-in-law to her family. "Hurry up and fill this glass, Bill!" Shirley ordered her brother-in-law. Bill calmly picked up the bottle of red wine and opened it quickly and refilled Shirley's glass. He then stood next to the old man who was Cassandra's grandfather, Christopher Wood who had a po

Bill sat in front of Emma's fruit stall until morning. The stall owner was quite surprised to see Bill there in the same clothes. However, she didn't ask any questions because she saw Bill's somewhat rumpled expression. As Bill was cleaning up the fruit scattered on the floor, a fruit buyer who had been there since before Bill arrived approached him. Bill turned to him with an astonished look. "Yes, Sir. How can I help you?" "Yes, General." Bill's pupils suddenly dilated at the call. Why was this man calling him 'General'? Did he recognize him? But how could he? Bill quickly put down the fruit basket and looked at the neatly dressed young man with a probing look. "Who are you? Why are you calling me 'General'?" The young man, who Bill guessed was much younger than him, said, "It's me, General. Your subordinate. Andrew." Bill squinted, trying to remember. Only a few people knew his real face. Was it perhaps someone he knew? But, it doesn't feel like his face is what it look

Bill walked into the Woods' house in confusion. He wanted to help his wife but he still didn't know what to do. In the midst of his confusion, Andrew Reece, who was his trusted man, came back. "No, General!" Andrew said. "My wife is inside. I have to help her." "General, how about we make a deal?" Andrew asked. Bill frowned, "What deal?" "If you are willing to come back, we will help you, General." Bill exhaled harshly, realizing that nothing in this world is free. Very reluctantly, Bill said, "Alright, I'll be back." Andrew smiled happily. Andrew then took an action to help Bill. "Good morning, General!" Andrew greeted on the day of Bill's return. "How are you today, General?" the young man asked with a bright smile."No need for pleasantries. Get on with it, Reece." Andrew even smiled nervously from too much excitement, "Yes, General." "But before that, I'll have a word with King Keannu first." "Yes, General. He will be happy to see you." "I'll take my leave," Bill sai

"Shut up, Harry!" Andrew snapped, already filled with the anger that was rapidly coursing through his veins after hearing the derogatory remarks that his two colleagues had hurled at the great general he respected so much. He simply could not accept it. Harry looked up in surprise, "Why are you angry? Isn't the one you brought a beggar? Look at the clothes he's wearing! The taxi driver's clothes outside are better than his." "Stop it! Don't ever dare to say like that!" Andrew said, pointing at Harry with his index finger. "Have you forgotten who I am?" Harry retorted, now glaring fiercely at Andrew. "Let's fight!" Andrew said irritably. "This isn't necessary," Bill said and he strangely didn't feel offended by the two men's remarks. This was probably because he was so used to being insulted and abused by people, that he just took it as an afterthought. "They have the nerve to insult you, Gen-" "Andrew Reece!" Bill cut it. Andrew realized he was about to make a big mistake.

Jody Gardner who was wearing his fur coat turned around, looking at Anthony with a puzzled look on his face. "Why are you asking about the defeat penalty?" Jody asked. Anthony moistened his lower lip, looking even more nervous. "Are you saying now that you don't think I'll win? Does your war strategy suck?" Jody asked with a sharp gaze that made Anthony move backwards in fear. "N-no, General. It's not like that, I'm just curious." Jody gave him a probing look before finally answering, "Oh, I see. Death penalty, of course." Anthony was dumbfounded, more like he was too shocked. "Death penalty?" "Yes. Why? Are you scared?" Jody asked. Anthony didn't answer but the expression on his face should have told Jody that he was scared to death. Anthony even thought that maybe his skin colour had turned completely white. "Uh, you shouldn't be afraid." Anthony was still silent, still too shocked. Jody added, "If we win, you will get a huge reward, apart from living in the palace and